A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

Ah, it's none of my business--

The man who was kneeling on the ground slammed with a thud, his forehead had vaguely seen the red blood stains, but the man still begged his head no matter what.

It doesn't matter to me anyway!

The women wept bitterly, making them hurt like a needle.

Although these are the people of Aaron Landis, the current King Aaron Landis is the elder brother, and the next one is Huimus, let me say, let alone the king, even this king will not do it. Too long.

So, I don’t think it’s my turn to look forward, is it?

The cry of the child holding the priest's thigh and crying cried loudly through the night.

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Ah ah ah ah ah! Obviously, it's none of my business!

While wailing so deeply in his heart, Garland sighed long in those people's cry of pleading.

Then, raise your hand and point to yourself.

"If you can't find those children, let those people take me away and you can find them."

Garlan said that he regretted wanting to slap himself.

Let you succeed, let you be a hero.

Looking at the scene, all of them are the weakest ones except for the few little **** who are crying with tears and snots. What do they have to do out of this?

However, since it has already been said.

Under the eyes of those refugees looking at themselves hopefully...

Under the eyes of the elder brother Xiemuer Huimos and a group of cavalry who looked at themselves in amazement...

Even for the sake of face, he could only beat the swollen face to become fat.

Well, the so-called heroes are probably forced out like this.

G. Pseudo-hero. Er. Really afraid of death. Lan confessed to himself in the bottom of his heart.

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Another day passed, and night fell again.

The dense canopy of the wind rustled in the night breeze, and the fire of the bonfire swayed in the campground deep in the woodland, driving the shadow of the branches and leaves falling on the ground.

A large camp is quite quiet, but from time to time there is a subtle chatter like the shaking of branches and leaves. The cavalry sitting at the campfire eating dinner together to whisper together. Many people look at the biggest one not far away from time to time. tent.

Their king, and the little prince, stayed inside now.

Everyone seems to be waiting for something.

Suddenly, a sharp horseshoe sound broke, breaking the tranquility of the camp, and dozens of cavalry rushed on horseback, led by the priest of Samash.

When he arrived at the camp, Xie Muer pulled his reins, and the horse under him raised his front hooves, hissed, and stopped. Xie Muer turned and dismounted, almost at the same moment he landed, the curtain of the largest camp was suddenly lifted, a tall figure walked out quickly, and two small figures also came out.

King Camos walked quickly to Xie Muer, his golden brown eyes staring at Xie Muer.

Not just him, all the cavalry on the scene stopped all kinds of actions such as eating, talking, etc. at this moment, and invariably turned their eyes to this side.

The camp was quiet for a while, and only the rustle of the wind blowing through the branches and leaves rang under the night sky.

Under the watch of the crowd, Xie Muer pressed one hand to his chest, leaned over, and knelt in front of King Camos on one knee.

He said, "I'm sorry, King Camos."

The priest said sorry, and the air seemed to pause.

Camos was silent for a moment, then nodded.

He said, "I know."

Then he looked down and turned his gaze to the little figure standing beside him.

"Gallan..."

Camos whispered Garlan's name in a low voice, a little helplessness revealed in his voice.

Yesterday, after Garlan made that opinion, almost everyone objected.

It is unimaginable for the distinguished Prince Aaron Landis to take risks for a group of civilian children.

Among them, Xiemuer objected particularly fiercely.

He was the priest of Shamash, the sun **** of justice, governing the law, and strict class. For him, the so-called rank is absolute and must not be confused.

As the prince of Aaron Landis and the future heir to the throne, Garland is even more important than the city of Venal. How can a group of inferior civilian children be in danger?

He even reprimanded Gallan as a mentor on the spot.

Those refugees knew Garland's identity and knew that this was indeed impossible, and they dared to huddle in the corner and wept silently.

But somehow, the obedient little prince had committed stubbornness this time. Even if she was heavily trained by Xie Muer, she still refused to change her lip with her lips, and she would be angry with Xie Muer.

Since he became the mentor of Prince Garland, he hasn't stopped in this tone.

The angry priest of Samash thought so angrily.

At the end, King Camos made the decision.

He asked Xie Muer to take out dozens of people the next day to look for clues, one day only, because, as Xie Muer said, the longer the time is, the more dangerous it will be, let alone those children who do not know where to go , Maybe those adults are in danger.

If Xie Muer can find some clues in a day, Gallan will naturally not have to take risks. However, if you still can't find...

In the quiet night, under the gaze of everyone, Gallan looked up, looked at Camos, and nodded.

"Yes, Brother Wang, I will do it."

Xie Muer frowned, his eyes full of disapproval. However, since King Camos has already made a decision, he cannot violate the king's order.

"and many more."

Heimus, who has been watching the silence since yesterday, suddenly spoke.

He raised his hand and pointed to the camp where the dozens of rescued refugees were not far away.

He said: "If you just need a child as a bait, there are several there, just find a bait."

The dark-haired young prince said in a natural tone.

"Prince Huimus, although I really want to do this," Xie Muer replied, "but the children have no function other than crying, what do you think they can do?"

"They don't need to do anything, just do the bait, and when they are caught, we will follow."

Huimus answered immediately.

"But in this way, they will be very dangerous, and when they cry, it is likely that our identity and traces will be exposed."

"Of course it will be very dangerous, so I want them to go."

Heimus was still the kind of voice that was justified.

"It is them who want to save people, and of course the danger should be borne by them. Why should Garland take the risk?"

Garland, who stood by and listened to the communication between Huimus and Xiemuer, felt that it was time for him to stand up and show his determination to pretend to be a handsome man, so he spoke.

"actually, I……"

"you shut up!"

When talking with Xiemuer, Heimus, who had always been calm in expression and tone, suddenly turned his head and snorted at Galland.

The fierce light in the boy's golden-red eyes forced Gallan back with half of what he said.

Garlan, who was unable to speak with his mouth open, was a little ignorant, and then saw Huimus turned back to continue the conversation with Xie Muer.

"Don't tell me that the children are very poor, they should not be put in danger, and Gallan is not much bigger than them."

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"No matter whether the rescue is successful or not, we have tried our best for this, so even if the final result is not ideal, that is not our fault."

Knowing that the final decision was not made by Xie Muer, Huimus looked at King Camos without blinking and said.

"And don't forget that Galland is a prince, and those people are just low-level civilians."

During the period of conversation between Xie Muer and Huimus, Camos has not spoken, as if contemplating.

Then he leaned over and squatted down in front of Gallan, his eyes flush with Gallan.

He looked at Garland very seriously and asked, "You know what you are talking about and what you are doing, right?"

The child's big golden eyes blinked lightly.

"Yes, Brother Wang."

"You are young, and you are a prince, you don't need to do this kind of thing, do you know?"

"Ok, I know."

"But you have already decided, aren't you?"

"……Yes."

"Even if this matter is very dangerous, you will be injured or even lose your life?"

"...Brother Wang." The little prince's mouth twitched, "If you ask one more question, I will regret it."

In fact, he has regretted it a bit now.

Camos grinned. He squatted on the ground and rubbed his head hard with his hand.

"it is good."

He laughed loudly and then said decisively.

"You do it!"

He said, watching Gallan's eyes scorching.

"You are the prince of Aaron Landis, my brother of Camos! No one can object to what you want to do!"

King Camos's thick voice echoed through the dark night forest, and it was finalized.

The dark-haired boy dropped his eyes, and his long thin lashes flicked a shadow under his eyes, and the light breeze blew the black hair on his cheeks for a moment.

"So, let me go."

He said, "As long as the child is, I am too. I am much stronger than Gallan, and the chance of success is greater than him. I can even escape myself. That is better."

He stepped forward.

"So say, let me--"

A small white hand stretched out, holding Huimus's hand and letting the teenager's voice take a break.

Heimus looked down and looked at Garlan holding his hand.

The child tilted his head and looked at him, his soft fingers grabbed his hand.

"It's hard."

Little Gallan squeezed his hand a few times and said, "Your hand is so hard."

Garland held his hand in one hand and pointed at him with one finger.

"Brown skin."

Pointed his eyes again.

"Golden eyes."

Then he raised the hand that Heimos was holding.

"Your hands are made of cocoons from sword training, so hard, unlike my hands, there are no cocoons at all."

Originally wanted to say what Huimos suddenly choked.

Brown-skinned gold eyes, most of the bloodlines of the royal family are like this appearance, which is often regarded as the characteristics of superior nobles.

Moreover, his palm has a very obvious thick cocoon, and the excuse of long-term labor does not work, because the position of the cocoon who is discerning only needs to know at a glance. It is because of long-term sword practice and archery.

Coupled with the unstoppable momentum of Huimos, it does not look like a poor child suffering from disaster.

"My words are simple, as long as you pretend to be a child of a wealthy businessman who was hit by the flood. No one will doubt me like this."

Gallan's skin color is white, unlike the superior nobility, and he hasn't practiced martial arts since childhood, and he has no cocoon in his hand. It looks completely harmless at first glance.

The teenager squeezed his lips tightly, and his dark hair scattered around the corners of his eyes, casting a shadow over his eye sockets.

He didn't speak, but clenched the soft little hand holding him.

After Garlan finished speaking those words, he wanted to retract it, but he was squeezed by Huimus, and he couldn't pull it back after a few pulls.

He looked up, and the young man's lips, clutching his hand, looked like a thin layer of paper, and looked like he was stubborn again.

That expression reminded Garran of it. Not long ago, Huimus stubbornly wanted to take the paper from his hand, and think about what he said he was going to replace him just now. Those words... For a time, Garland felt a little bit soft.

Somehow, looking at the young boy's lips tightened, he had the illusion that he was bullying Heimus.

Inexplicably guilty, Gallan thought about it and put his other hand on the back of the hand that Huimus held his own, comforting the other person and patting it gently.

"It's okay, I have always been lucky."

The child raised his head and looked at Huimus's eyes, and his pale face was wrapped in pale golden soft hair.

He smiled at Huimus. He smiled, and the light refracted by his blond hair reflected on the child's face, making the smile glow like in the dark.

"Hyimos, I'll wait for you to come and find me."

Heimus breathed slightly, and he looked down at Galland's eyes as if there was a glimmer of light. He grabbed Gallan's hand slightly, and tightened it again. .

He said, "Okay."

A word, sounding loudly.

He whispered, "I'll go find you."

Hearing Huimos say this, Garran had subconsciously wanted to smile at Huimos again.

However, he hadn't had time to laugh, and a hand stretched out from the side, holding his shoulder and turning him 180 degrees.

Then, the head with brown hair came close to him.

"Gallan, Brother Wang will also find you."

The tall and strong lion king squatted on the ground, looking at Gallan, his grimacing face filled with grievances.

His eyes staring at Gallan were full of complaints like "How can you forget Brother Wang me".

"Huh?...Yes, yes, yes, I will wait for Brother Wang to come to me! Brother Wang is the most powerful!"

A trembling Gallan in the chest was seen by King Kamos's aggrieved little eyes. He quickly reached out and touched Camos's face, and smoothed and smoothed the aggrieved brother Lion.

Xie Muer: "............"

Faceless, don't want to talk.

The cavalry: "..."

It was too dark, we didn't see anything.

The wind was too strong and we didn't hear anything.

The author has something to say: 　　 Gallan probably has forgotten that he is lucky.

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A lion and a wolf

I have to smooth my hair. After finishing this one, I feel so tired.